A New Year To Come....! Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Sabre-blizzard here and the cold- wave somewhere,

Quakes, flood, fire elsewhere and the microbial scare;

Greater falls and stumbles than one could withstand,

Did the space of Time in the mind brand;

Sweet thoughts and friendly words rattled

All through as Fear and Uncertainty settled

In the curtailed mode of free-will and move;

Things went wrong and even the sane did rove

Within the walls and the bounded track;

Rudeness seems to set in, the primitive life back;

What else could a masked face feel or mean

when: 'avoid, escape and be ever keen '

' To wash away from everything - 'were the agenda

Which rendered the social-animal into a tree-panda...?

So harsh and cruel was the parting year:

Ticking grows tense as the hour gets near...

Janus is looking on, but not far beyond;

His back eyes over look the grave mound

And those viewing the imminent typhoon

Alarm the stretch to reinforce and get ready soon;

The battle of life is not truly lost until

The rationale of Death be traced, in the kill.